Post by meskhenet on May 11, 2006 15:54:24 GMT -5
Um yeah.......this is sort of a fan fic but not really. It was originally an rp that I did with a friend thus the "through so and so's eyes" which is going to make it possibly hard to follow I played Pyro and he played Iceman. It takes place a couple months after Alkaline lake, in New york city at a mall. I'll post more as I go along, there's quite a bit of it and its even a shorter board in comparisson to others that I've done. Its a good angsty confrontation though - I hope you enjoy it.
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Through Pyro’s eyes:
He had finally and actually done it. It was quite the accomplishment to for any person, not just a specially trained mutant. But yes, Jon had successfully taken one of the helicopters on the island, flew it to a private landing strip in New York and had done so by himself. Eighteen and already he was flying a helicopter. He never liked flying, and half of the time in the simulators he had froze up just enough to crash. Sorry but after freefalling in a jet from thousands of feet in the air only to be saved by a mutant that could halt them in mid air - you would develop a flying nervous disorder to. It was one of the things that Magneto had been very insistent that he get over. And so the following had occurred. Jon was not allowed off the island unless he got himself off. No way in hell he was swimming and "conveniently" there was the helicopter left. And Jon desperately needed to get out every so often. There is only so much self isolation while the army gathers that a guy can take before he needs to go find something hot, greasy, salty to eat that included a variety of good looking women and some havoc. Nothing big enough that would cause a riot of proportion that he would be marked mutant on the six a clock news, he was already on thin ice after the blowing up of police units at Bobby's house. Thus the change in wardrobe, hair, and hanging places.
Currently however he had made his way to the mall for a coke, not a flat one that had exploded on the trip to the island but a cold one with ice and the straws that bent at the top so you could be even lazier when you wanted to drink it! Well the human race had to be good for something right? Why not the bendable drinking straw? He had been aimlessly wandering down the many lengthy and airy lanes of the mall - the partially cloudy weather making it a very typical Saturday afternoon. He practically blended perfectly in this form of environment. He had done precious little mischief so far, set the paper towel rack in the bathrooms aflame, set a mans hair on fire when the guy smoking next to him had been an expressive hand talker and the cigarette in one of those expressive hands had passed just close enough for the embers to flare and catch on the guys toupee. He had needed to step into the bathroom to laugh - thus the burnt paper towel rack. And then there was the whole being useful part.
He had been hanging around the electronics section for a good portion of the day, where the multitude of tv's would blare other mutant sightings - so on and so forth. With a keen ear he had discreetly followed inspired mutant conversation. Where was the general population at, where was the fear the greatest? And then one conversation really pissed him off.
"I'm really not worried, a year at the most and they'll just have mutants put down like the creatures they are. I'd like to take a good ol' swing at some creep that thought he was going to take me on with god knows what, flying foam balls."
And then the jerk had the absolute nerve to laugh to his companion. Arrogant and ignorant *******! Ignoranus! He wouldn't do it here, no. Magneto would personally break Pyro out and then kill him himself if he had made that sort of move without permission. Not he had followed, one fist clenched on the lighter, the other still holding the now very empty pop for another twenty minutes, the conversation never really straying from the one topic only ensuring that the prick deserved every third degree burn that he got. Placing the shades from his pocket onto his face the opportune moment came as the two men, maybe five years older than Pyro, left to for the decked parking. Livid with the thirst for putting the ignorant in their place and in desperate need to burn something other than dead wood and metal (which only melted) he allowed the clicking to start.
clink chink clunk
clink chink clunk
clink chink clunk
And it did have the desired effect.
"Hey you want to knock it off *******?"
"No, Rather I come with an opportunity for you to try your theory out.."
He allowed the flame to grow, balling in his hands no bigger than a soft ball, a cooler yellow red in color, tossing it from one hand to the next. The infamous smirk glided easily on as he advanced upon the first shocked, then aggressive looking men. Oh yes, mutants were right under your nose fella's. We arn't all hidden away in fancy schools or underground. And we certainly all arn't locked away to be prodded and "put to sleep". He broke into a full grin when the first one charged, sweater pulled over his hands for the fire. And Pyro broke into a full grin. He could take his time here, make this fun. The first blast was more of an explosion, a push back that knocked him over if only to piss him off further - make him angry, make this more fun.
"Come now, surly the great homosapiens can beat a mutant freak to the dissection table."
There was a very bitter quality to his voice as he spat the words out, the tone of cold amusement flecked with a taunt.
Through Bobby’s Eyes:
As much as everyone else didn't seem to be planning on it, Bobby intended to move away from the institute, get a job, and live like normal people did. It was unfortunate, but his resume was essentially empty, and he had taken a jeep to go apply for a job at almost every place in the mall that was hiring. He had been pretty confident that having the word 'Professor' on his application under references would land him what he liked, it was an impressive looking title, especially for a mall job. Traffic had been good, but he'd nearly crashed twice none-the-less, the jeep had crazy handling compared to the sedan he'd learned with. He had parked at the top level of the mall to avoid getting the jeep scratched, and went to trot down the stairwell. He almost hadn't noticed the confrontation, but he saw a nice looking convertible through a door on the way down and had gone to look.
On his way to go stare at a car nicer than he'd ever get, he saw a light getting bright fast to his left and turned to look. The scene he saw reminded a whole lot of the previous year when Jon had set a guy on fire. Bobby had the feeling to do the same thing he had done then too, and frost the guys down... But things had changed. Jon wasn't his best friend anymore, Jon was on the other side, the enemy. Hesitating was a bad thing, he knew, so he tried to call out to his old friend and get his attention, maybe get him away from the two humans.
"Jon?!" His body temperature was dropping as he spoke, he figured things were about to get a lot hotter, and he wanted to be ready for that.
He had half a mind to wonder where Jon had been, or want to ask what he’d been up to, or how he’d been doing for the last year. ’He’s the enemy, don’t try caring.’. He thought to himself, having trouble getting that in his head. Bobby was supposed to be a protector of the innocent, a hero of sorts, and Jon was the very opposite. The only thing that kept his mind in the right place was that Jon didn’t have any problem making the first move.
Through Pyro’s eyes:
Strange that the man that had called mutants "creatures" was now the one that was becoming an example of what he hated the most. After taking a tumble on the cement, some scraped elbows and definatly a hurt pride the man pratically snarled at Pyro; baring his teeth. What he had said in retaliation to Jons comments was impossible to hear through the grit teeth and the increasingly red face. The second one had come back from the car with a crowbar - just in case Jon supposed.
It was almost an honor, he hadn't even really hurt the guy and they were pulling out blunt metal objects to inflict damage. Was he really that scary? he doubted it, it was an ego strolking moment regardless. He had decided to let the man come closer this time, feet spread for a solid stance that mystique had been teaching him for hand to hand combat, a marble size amount of fire remaining hidden behind his back in the palm of his hand, every fibre of concentration was situated upon the approaching train of a man. Then everything had turned wrong. Instead of being ready and catching the man full in the chest to force him upwards a very familiar voice caught the back of his mind and snapped Jon out of that needed concentration at a very pivotal moment in the manuver. That is to say, hearing his name and in periferal vision seeing Bobby caused that split second delay that ended with Jon taking a very sound hit that forced him back into the car behind him. The door collapsed slightly under the impact as Jon saw stars for a few seconds cursing under his breath as he tried to regain it. Too bad the grunt wasn't done.
Spurred on by the fact that he had hit the mutant, the man came after him again repeled by a hit pressure point for emergancy uses only. Managing to stand up he forced the man back again, this time with an actual blast that was going to cause some burning. Given that amount of space he now kept an eye on the third person on the scene.
"Dammit Bobby you have very bad timing!"
wiggling his jaw back into place and shaking out the sting of what was later going to be a lovely shade of mauve bruise. Nothing he hadn't gotten before, or didn't have via training, but it was still incredibly irritating. Once sure that it wasn't going to get stiff on him the second still unharmed man was helping the other to his feet painfully. He had a minute at least, he wasn't quite sure he was done with them yet. He did have time to turn to his old friend Frosty though.
He had often thought what the confrontation between himself and Bobby would be like. Not just on a possibly former friendship level, but there had been times when there was an age old question that often needed answering. Fire or Ice? It could have been called strange that they two had become such close friends at Xaviers institute, they were almost opposite kinds of people. They had watched out for each other on numerous occasions, Bobby keeping Jon from doing too much, and Jon keeping Bobby from doing too little. Throw in Rogue and you had the popular trio of the school. The next Scott, Aoura and Jean if you will. Funny how life can turn out.
Was Bobby reminiscing at all over the details of the past? Or was he already worried that Jon was going to toast the back that he had spent years watching? Did he think of Bobby as a foe? The enemy? Truth be told, not entirely, he hadn't seen his friend in a year, he could almost pretend that nothing had happened, ask if he had finished that sheet Xavier had given them in Physics. It hadn't felt like a whole lot had changed, but he knew quite well that more than enough had changed to make this meeting walk the blade.
"No need to get involved Bobby, you can walk away mate and continue along your merry way and we can still pretend that we can change the other,"
He was giving Bobby the chance to leave, he already knew the answer but in all honestly it was easier not know if they were friends or enemies than test it out and find out for sure. He had nothing against Bobby, truth be told there was nothing that Jon would have liked more than to turn Bobby to the Brotherhood. There were too many angsty-kill-everything mutants there that didn't see the bigger picture, Bobby might actually understand. Hell, between the two of them at this stage they would've been able to taken on Magneto and win, hands down. Jon didn't have a problem with every single human, he had a problem with the ignorant, the conservative ones that would never see mutants rise to their rightful place. That, that was what had set him off against these two men - it wasn't always unprovoked.
And he, like Magneto would rather not hurt mutants, but if others chose to get in the way, they were not about to bow out. If Bobby got in the way, there were going to be problems. He let the marble of flame grow again, speeding along the ground cutting off the exit of the men that had started this as the flames shot up in a wall, fed by the leaked oil on the pavement after years of cars going through.
"I'll even show them the same courtesy they would show to you Bobby if they knew you were a mutant. It would only be fair."
Through Bobby’s eyes:
Bobby hadn't seen the fight start, but he didn't believe for a second that Jon had just happened to get attacked, he'd probably gone out of his way to parade the fact that he was a mutant, and made sure to pick a fight that would be an easy win. He winced when Jon got hit, and winced again when his attacker was on the ground burning. He didn't plan to get involved just yet. He lunged at Jon, despite the fact that Jon was well beyond lunging distance. In mid-air Bobby started icing the ground, and landed on it, sliding towards Jon much faster than he could run at him. He stopped the ice and turned it into a trot, and slowed the trot into a stop a good fifteen feet from his old friend. The distance seemed like only a few inches to him. He had attempted to replicate an encounter with Jon in the Danger Room, but it just wasn't possible. Jon had a control over fire that the computer couldn't replicate, the only thing that had been figured out was that an unending stream of fire and an unending stream of ice was just asking for a whole lot of steam.
"If you just let them walk away, I won't bother you. A fight's a fight, they lose, move on. Besides, if they go on to tell what happened, others will learn from their mistakes, right?"
He knew right after he'd said it that it wasn't a valid argument for Jon. If he felt like being forgiving, accepting, or lenient, he wouldn't be with the Brotherhood. Anyone with the Brotherhood was bad news, but Jon was bad news that could leave Logan as nothing but a pile of shiny bones. Mystique, Sabertooth, and Toad were all lightweights in comparison. Bobby felt compelled to clear an exit for the men who were trying to escape, but if Jon wanted to let them, he'd do away with the flames himself; Bobby was just going to have to make him to chill out. Literally, if need be.
Through Pyro’s eyes:
"Learn? You've studied history Bobby, when in all of that time has mankind learned anything from their mistakes to this magnitude?"
In order for any change to occur people had to die. Not just once, or even painfully. History had proved over and over again that only the most brutal acts, the most definitive that related to every person on some level would actually begin a train of thought. And that had been when everyone was the same species, add a different color and the entire process started again. Another war, another tactic of brute force and the ones living at the end selected the accepted ideal. It was another form of natural selection! What did it hurt to speed the process along?
There wasn't a danger room on the island, but there had been natural weather, and Magneto. How much harder could ice be over metal? The molecular bonds had less bonding energy, and superheated steam would only help do some melting. If he could get it to that temperature in time. And he had a lot of gas to use. He had given Bobby his chance, his friend wasn't going to walk away, and he might as well leave a nice little mark for everyone to marvel at.
His expression slid into a strange sort of expression, solemn but calculating and scanning. The fire wall that had been keeping the men close at hand lowered, almost as though he might let them go. Until it was not a disappearing of fire but rather a change of direction. His bike wasn't in the vicinity and if things got really bad there was only two people that might walk out unscarred. One because he could negate the effects, and the other because he had created them.
"You have about five minutes Iceman,"
He spoke very quietly, matching the cold ice blue of Bobby's eyes with his rampant hazel ones with no fixed coloration. They were only thin tendrils of fire but intense one, spiraling along like a web as they sought the engines and engulfed with new sources of fuel. The temperature had already risen, and there was going to be a great deal of damage that he initially hadn't planned on. Oh well, improvisation was his specialty, a real...heat of the moment thinker to be honest.
((to be continued))
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Through Pyro’s eyes:
He had finally and actually done it. It was quite the accomplishment to for any person, not just a specially trained mutant. But yes, Jon had successfully taken one of the helicopters on the island, flew it to a private landing strip in New York and had done so by himself. Eighteen and already he was flying a helicopter. He never liked flying, and half of the time in the simulators he had froze up just enough to crash. Sorry but after freefalling in a jet from thousands of feet in the air only to be saved by a mutant that could halt them in mid air - you would develop a flying nervous disorder to. It was one of the things that Magneto had been very insistent that he get over. And so the following had occurred. Jon was not allowed off the island unless he got himself off. No way in hell he was swimming and "conveniently" there was the helicopter left. And Jon desperately needed to get out every so often. There is only so much self isolation while the army gathers that a guy can take before he needs to go find something hot, greasy, salty to eat that included a variety of good looking women and some havoc. Nothing big enough that would cause a riot of proportion that he would be marked mutant on the six a clock news, he was already on thin ice after the blowing up of police units at Bobby's house. Thus the change in wardrobe, hair, and hanging places.
Currently however he had made his way to the mall for a coke, not a flat one that had exploded on the trip to the island but a cold one with ice and the straws that bent at the top so you could be even lazier when you wanted to drink it! Well the human race had to be good for something right? Why not the bendable drinking straw? He had been aimlessly wandering down the many lengthy and airy lanes of the mall - the partially cloudy weather making it a very typical Saturday afternoon. He practically blended perfectly in this form of environment. He had done precious little mischief so far, set the paper towel rack in the bathrooms aflame, set a mans hair on fire when the guy smoking next to him had been an expressive hand talker and the cigarette in one of those expressive hands had passed just close enough for the embers to flare and catch on the guys toupee. He had needed to step into the bathroom to laugh - thus the burnt paper towel rack. And then there was the whole being useful part.
He had been hanging around the electronics section for a good portion of the day, where the multitude of tv's would blare other mutant sightings - so on and so forth. With a keen ear he had discreetly followed inspired mutant conversation. Where was the general population at, where was the fear the greatest? And then one conversation really pissed him off.
"I'm really not worried, a year at the most and they'll just have mutants put down like the creatures they are. I'd like to take a good ol' swing at some creep that thought he was going to take me on with god knows what, flying foam balls."
And then the jerk had the absolute nerve to laugh to his companion. Arrogant and ignorant *******! Ignoranus! He wouldn't do it here, no. Magneto would personally break Pyro out and then kill him himself if he had made that sort of move without permission. Not he had followed, one fist clenched on the lighter, the other still holding the now very empty pop for another twenty minutes, the conversation never really straying from the one topic only ensuring that the prick deserved every third degree burn that he got. Placing the shades from his pocket onto his face the opportune moment came as the two men, maybe five years older than Pyro, left to for the decked parking. Livid with the thirst for putting the ignorant in their place and in desperate need to burn something other than dead wood and metal (which only melted) he allowed the clicking to start.
clink chink clunk
clink chink clunk
clink chink clunk
And it did have the desired effect.
"Hey you want to knock it off *******?"
"No, Rather I come with an opportunity for you to try your theory out.."
He allowed the flame to grow, balling in his hands no bigger than a soft ball, a cooler yellow red in color, tossing it from one hand to the next. The infamous smirk glided easily on as he advanced upon the first shocked, then aggressive looking men. Oh yes, mutants were right under your nose fella's. We arn't all hidden away in fancy schools or underground. And we certainly all arn't locked away to be prodded and "put to sleep". He broke into a full grin when the first one charged, sweater pulled over his hands for the fire. And Pyro broke into a full grin. He could take his time here, make this fun. The first blast was more of an explosion, a push back that knocked him over if only to piss him off further - make him angry, make this more fun.
"Come now, surly the great homosapiens can beat a mutant freak to the dissection table."
There was a very bitter quality to his voice as he spat the words out, the tone of cold amusement flecked with a taunt.
Through Bobby’s Eyes:
As much as everyone else didn't seem to be planning on it, Bobby intended to move away from the institute, get a job, and live like normal people did. It was unfortunate, but his resume was essentially empty, and he had taken a jeep to go apply for a job at almost every place in the mall that was hiring. He had been pretty confident that having the word 'Professor' on his application under references would land him what he liked, it was an impressive looking title, especially for a mall job. Traffic had been good, but he'd nearly crashed twice none-the-less, the jeep had crazy handling compared to the sedan he'd learned with. He had parked at the top level of the mall to avoid getting the jeep scratched, and went to trot down the stairwell. He almost hadn't noticed the confrontation, but he saw a nice looking convertible through a door on the way down and had gone to look.
On his way to go stare at a car nicer than he'd ever get, he saw a light getting bright fast to his left and turned to look. The scene he saw reminded a whole lot of the previous year when Jon had set a guy on fire. Bobby had the feeling to do the same thing he had done then too, and frost the guys down... But things had changed. Jon wasn't his best friend anymore, Jon was on the other side, the enemy. Hesitating was a bad thing, he knew, so he tried to call out to his old friend and get his attention, maybe get him away from the two humans.
"Jon?!" His body temperature was dropping as he spoke, he figured things were about to get a lot hotter, and he wanted to be ready for that.
He had half a mind to wonder where Jon had been, or want to ask what he’d been up to, or how he’d been doing for the last year. ’He’s the enemy, don’t try caring.’. He thought to himself, having trouble getting that in his head. Bobby was supposed to be a protector of the innocent, a hero of sorts, and Jon was the very opposite. The only thing that kept his mind in the right place was that Jon didn’t have any problem making the first move.
Through Pyro’s eyes:
Strange that the man that had called mutants "creatures" was now the one that was becoming an example of what he hated the most. After taking a tumble on the cement, some scraped elbows and definatly a hurt pride the man pratically snarled at Pyro; baring his teeth. What he had said in retaliation to Jons comments was impossible to hear through the grit teeth and the increasingly red face. The second one had come back from the car with a crowbar - just in case Jon supposed.
It was almost an honor, he hadn't even really hurt the guy and they were pulling out blunt metal objects to inflict damage. Was he really that scary? he doubted it, it was an ego strolking moment regardless. He had decided to let the man come closer this time, feet spread for a solid stance that mystique had been teaching him for hand to hand combat, a marble size amount of fire remaining hidden behind his back in the palm of his hand, every fibre of concentration was situated upon the approaching train of a man. Then everything had turned wrong. Instead of being ready and catching the man full in the chest to force him upwards a very familiar voice caught the back of his mind and snapped Jon out of that needed concentration at a very pivotal moment in the manuver. That is to say, hearing his name and in periferal vision seeing Bobby caused that split second delay that ended with Jon taking a very sound hit that forced him back into the car behind him. The door collapsed slightly under the impact as Jon saw stars for a few seconds cursing under his breath as he tried to regain it. Too bad the grunt wasn't done.
Spurred on by the fact that he had hit the mutant, the man came after him again repeled by a hit pressure point for emergancy uses only. Managing to stand up he forced the man back again, this time with an actual blast that was going to cause some burning. Given that amount of space he now kept an eye on the third person on the scene.
"Dammit Bobby you have very bad timing!"
wiggling his jaw back into place and shaking out the sting of what was later going to be a lovely shade of mauve bruise. Nothing he hadn't gotten before, or didn't have via training, but it was still incredibly irritating. Once sure that it wasn't going to get stiff on him the second still unharmed man was helping the other to his feet painfully. He had a minute at least, he wasn't quite sure he was done with them yet. He did have time to turn to his old friend Frosty though.
He had often thought what the confrontation between himself and Bobby would be like. Not just on a possibly former friendship level, but there had been times when there was an age old question that often needed answering. Fire or Ice? It could have been called strange that they two had become such close friends at Xaviers institute, they were almost opposite kinds of people. They had watched out for each other on numerous occasions, Bobby keeping Jon from doing too much, and Jon keeping Bobby from doing too little. Throw in Rogue and you had the popular trio of the school. The next Scott, Aoura and Jean if you will. Funny how life can turn out.
Was Bobby reminiscing at all over the details of the past? Or was he already worried that Jon was going to toast the back that he had spent years watching? Did he think of Bobby as a foe? The enemy? Truth be told, not entirely, he hadn't seen his friend in a year, he could almost pretend that nothing had happened, ask if he had finished that sheet Xavier had given them in Physics. It hadn't felt like a whole lot had changed, but he knew quite well that more than enough had changed to make this meeting walk the blade.
"No need to get involved Bobby, you can walk away mate and continue along your merry way and we can still pretend that we can change the other,"
He was giving Bobby the chance to leave, he already knew the answer but in all honestly it was easier not know if they were friends or enemies than test it out and find out for sure. He had nothing against Bobby, truth be told there was nothing that Jon would have liked more than to turn Bobby to the Brotherhood. There were too many angsty-kill-everything mutants there that didn't see the bigger picture, Bobby might actually understand. Hell, between the two of them at this stage they would've been able to taken on Magneto and win, hands down. Jon didn't have a problem with every single human, he had a problem with the ignorant, the conservative ones that would never see mutants rise to their rightful place. That, that was what had set him off against these two men - it wasn't always unprovoked.
And he, like Magneto would rather not hurt mutants, but if others chose to get in the way, they were not about to bow out. If Bobby got in the way, there were going to be problems. He let the marble of flame grow again, speeding along the ground cutting off the exit of the men that had started this as the flames shot up in a wall, fed by the leaked oil on the pavement after years of cars going through.
"I'll even show them the same courtesy they would show to you Bobby if they knew you were a mutant. It would only be fair."
Through Bobby’s eyes:
Bobby hadn't seen the fight start, but he didn't believe for a second that Jon had just happened to get attacked, he'd probably gone out of his way to parade the fact that he was a mutant, and made sure to pick a fight that would be an easy win. He winced when Jon got hit, and winced again when his attacker was on the ground burning. He didn't plan to get involved just yet. He lunged at Jon, despite the fact that Jon was well beyond lunging distance. In mid-air Bobby started icing the ground, and landed on it, sliding towards Jon much faster than he could run at him. He stopped the ice and turned it into a trot, and slowed the trot into a stop a good fifteen feet from his old friend. The distance seemed like only a few inches to him. He had attempted to replicate an encounter with Jon in the Danger Room, but it just wasn't possible. Jon had a control over fire that the computer couldn't replicate, the only thing that had been figured out was that an unending stream of fire and an unending stream of ice was just asking for a whole lot of steam.
"If you just let them walk away, I won't bother you. A fight's a fight, they lose, move on. Besides, if they go on to tell what happened, others will learn from their mistakes, right?"
He knew right after he'd said it that it wasn't a valid argument for Jon. If he felt like being forgiving, accepting, or lenient, he wouldn't be with the Brotherhood. Anyone with the Brotherhood was bad news, but Jon was bad news that could leave Logan as nothing but a pile of shiny bones. Mystique, Sabertooth, and Toad were all lightweights in comparison. Bobby felt compelled to clear an exit for the men who were trying to escape, but if Jon wanted to let them, he'd do away with the flames himself; Bobby was just going to have to make him to chill out. Literally, if need be.
Through Pyro’s eyes:
"Learn? You've studied history Bobby, when in all of that time has mankind learned anything from their mistakes to this magnitude?"
In order for any change to occur people had to die. Not just once, or even painfully. History had proved over and over again that only the most brutal acts, the most definitive that related to every person on some level would actually begin a train of thought. And that had been when everyone was the same species, add a different color and the entire process started again. Another war, another tactic of brute force and the ones living at the end selected the accepted ideal. It was another form of natural selection! What did it hurt to speed the process along?
There wasn't a danger room on the island, but there had been natural weather, and Magneto. How much harder could ice be over metal? The molecular bonds had less bonding energy, and superheated steam would only help do some melting. If he could get it to that temperature in time. And he had a lot of gas to use. He had given Bobby his chance, his friend wasn't going to walk away, and he might as well leave a nice little mark for everyone to marvel at.
His expression slid into a strange sort of expression, solemn but calculating and scanning. The fire wall that had been keeping the men close at hand lowered, almost as though he might let them go. Until it was not a disappearing of fire but rather a change of direction. His bike wasn't in the vicinity and if things got really bad there was only two people that might walk out unscarred. One because he could negate the effects, and the other because he had created them.
"You have about five minutes Iceman,"
He spoke very quietly, matching the cold ice blue of Bobby's eyes with his rampant hazel ones with no fixed coloration. They were only thin tendrils of fire but intense one, spiraling along like a web as they sought the engines and engulfed with new sources of fuel. The temperature had already risen, and there was going to be a great deal of damage that he initially hadn't planned on. Oh well, improvisation was his specialty, a real...heat of the moment thinker to be honest.
((to be continued))